“Sweetie?”, Kathy prompted. “Why don’t you come in, close and lock the door, and then you take off your own clothes.”THAT got her attention....“Huh? What?”“Well, you have seen me naked, you have seen your father naked, we’ve seen you topless and giving oral sex to your boyfriend. We’re both naked, now. Don’t you think we are past that ‘modesty’ thing, by now?”Sandy woodenly entered the room, secured the door, and then returned to see her mother taking my limp appendage altogether into her. He slurps the man’s balls. And he even takes it up his ass.The boy grunts and half screams as his father’s prick pushes in and opens him up. Not but a foot away on the bed, right in front of him, is his dead mother. But regardless of what has happened today, the boy’s legs don’t waver. They stay open for his father. He cannot bring himself to look at the man, so he keeps his head to the side, sobbing steadily as he looks into his mother’s lifeless eyes.He gasps harshly and grunts again as his. Your mascara is running now from your eyes watering, a result of my cock repeatedly banging into the back of your throat. I continue to pound-fuck your throat, my cock seeming to reach new depths into your throat with each thrust. I know you are having trouble keeping your breath now, and to make it even more difficult for you, I pinch your nostrils closed, cutting off your easiest access to oxygen.I fuck your face a few more thrusts, then, pressing my hand against the back of your head, I bury. Perhaps sharing these episodes will purge them from my consciousness. Perhaps not. Maybe readers will enjoy them.About Myself - I am now middle aged, not in horrible shape but my nearly sixty years shows. Most of these vignettes come from a time when I was much younger, in great shape and before I was married. I am 6'1", and hirsute and have always been muscular. Ego notwithstanding I've been told I am good looking. I have never measured myself, I guess I have always felt I was adequate.